And he himself, was he educated? Did he know the ordinary
things known, colloquially speaking, by everybody? She did not know. It
had never occurred to her before.
"Yes, dear, but--what is that paper?"
Tommy blushed.
"Well, he's so keen on it, you know, I thought I'd advertise for a--a
tutor."
"Advertise for a tutor!"
"Yes. There is no good in wasting time, is there? And _she_ would potter
about asking people their advice, etc., so I--I have just drawn up this.
You won't tell?"
She shook her head with much gravity and then read what he had written:
"Wanted, by the Earl of Kingsmead, a tutor. Oxford man preferred.
Must be fond of sport, particularly ratting and cricket."
"Do you think it's all right?" he asked, as he read it.
"Y--yes--only there isn't any 'k' in 'particularly.' But I think we'd
better--ask someone, little brother. I don't imagine that children
usually advertise for their own tutors."
"But there isn't any 'usually' about me, Bick. And certainly _mother_
isn't 'usual,' nor you. And if she got a man I'd be sure to loathe him.
Think of that chap Baker that she thought such a lot of. Why, he read
poetry!"
"Poetry isn't any worse than music, is it?"
Tommy's mouth, as he smiled, was its most fawn-like.
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